Refuting the mystical, metaphysical concept of the existence of individual, discrete selves (while bearing in a non existent mind, that there is no universally accepted theory as to what the word "existence" means)

Sunday, June 09, 2013

The Moment

The moment when, after many yearsof hard work and a long voyageyou stand in the centre of your room,house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,knowing at last how you got there,and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloosetheir soft arms from around you,the birds take back their language,the cliffs fissure and collapse,the air moves back from you like a waveand you can’t breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.You were a visitor, time after timeclimbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.We never belonged to you.You never found us.It was always the other way round.

Shri, you are really talented and this is inspiring. Have you considered publishing some of your poetry as a booklet? Or perhaps you've already done that, and if so, could you tell me where it can be purchased?

Please keep writing.. I see this post was from June, you should write more often :)